Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Poem: Without It

The routine of everyday,
Sometimes, you can find it boring,
The noises, the screams and the buzzes,
Strangely, you find it comforting.

The acts of your children,
I guess they make you crazy,
They mess the house and scream their lungs,
But yet they make you happy.

It’s like the air and the water,
You can’t live without it,
Cause it’s the best song in the world.

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